Gabe
Deer Lord
Myremon Seonag
As he ate his breakfast, Myremon could barely register the red whirlwind that greeted him. He only raised a hand as a greeting before she left, ushered by someone outside. "Weird buildings!?" Myremon dropped his bread on his plate, startled by the foxkin's shrill exclamation. "Can you please not mix up my name? And why do we need to check out? First, a group of adventurers are already on the job. Going there is a waste of everybody's time. Second, if you so want to know what will happen, return here at the evening. Rena will be probably drunk and will tell everything that has happened, highly exaggerated, of course." He resumed eating his bread. "Oh yes, I meant to give you this." He produced a pitch black vial, corked. When he moved it, the familiar tendrils of darkness, albeit much smaller, turned around on the inside of it. "I must apologize for the outburst from yesterday. It's... not in my nature. I drew this last night, and it probably can help you in whatever you're working with. Wraith Essence." He placed it on the table. "I'm available if you need help in your concoctions, as long as you don't endanger anyone's life. Now please, sit. I'm waiting for everyone so we can discuss some sensitive subjects." He said, and resumed eating his breakfast.